"If someone sees our combination, they will be extremely curious, right? A human and a human exuding the aura of a heroic spirit may make other magicians extremely wary."
"I was supposed to move as a spirit body. Didn't you make it so embarrassing now because you were trying to look cool like a spy?" Bennett complained speechlessly, and he was now transformed into Flat's special watch.
After disappearing from the park, in order to confirm Jack's ability to "transform into any object", Flatt asked him to transform one by one from humans to animals, plants, and even inorganic objects.
After trying to turn it into a watch, Flatt took a fancy to the appearance of the watch, so he decided to carry the heroic spirit on his body in this form to ensure his own safety. This can be described as 'personal protection' in the true sense.
However, doing so is exactly what Flatt said, and it may have unexpected effects.
At least based on the knowledge he gained from the Holy Grail, there were very few heroic spirits that could transform into objects and be worn by their masters.
In addition, their combination is so strange, and there is a human with inhuman fighting ability beside them.
No matter which magician sees them for the first time, he will probably feel confused, right?
As long as he wraps his aura around Flatt, maybe even the heroic spirit will mistake Flatt for the 'heroic spirit', and Master Xuanhao on the side is the master.
As we all know, it is often much easier to win by getting rid of the master than to determine the winner among the heroic spirits. As long as the heroic spirits are not stubborn, they will probably obey such orders under the instructions of the master.
In that case, fighting would be a bit fun.
Of course, the premise of everything is that the opponent does not know Flat.
This is difficult in a sense.
Because even in the Clock Tower, this boy was a troubled child who was called the 'Taboo Child of God', and he was considered a well-known figure in the magician industry.
Bennett naturally didn't know this, so he thought wildly.
However, it is not entirely random, because in the Holy Grail War, battles between magicians are often carried out by remotely commanding heroic spirits. It can be said that there are very few magicians who walk on the road as arrogantly as Flat.
If only the heroic spirits came, maybe they would really get the wrong person.
Flatt got off the bed and looked back and forth between the clock that came with the hotel and the watch that Jack had turned into.
"But you are really good, even the time is very accurate."
"That's what my ability is. Although it will be a 'fake' no matter what it turns into, the function should be the same as the real thing."
"should?"
Flatt felt a little confused when he heard this. He walked to the sink, blocked the drain outlet with a plug, and started to collect water.
"Practice brings true knowledge. There has been no comparison, and I don't know the difference." Bennett replied, "Speaking of which...what are you doing?"
Hearing the question from Servant Watch, Flatt wet his fingers with water and asked, "Didn't you feel anything? Mr. Xuanhao should have felt it, right?"
"Yeah." Xuan Hao, who also got out of bed, nodded slightly and watched Flatt's actions with interest. He seemed a little curious about what this young man was going to do.
"Well"
Bennett was speechless.
He always felt that he was really incompetent to be a heroic spirit.
Generally speaking, aren't heroic spirits stronger than their masters in terms of perception or any other aspect? After all, he is a heroic spirit, and the master is only a human being no matter what.
From this point of view, their combination is really abnormal.
When Bennett was frustrated, Flatt used his fingers to draw a simple magic circle on the washstand mirror.
"There are two noisy magical 'noises' moving south."
Hearing this, Bennett's slightly embarrassed voice came from his watch. He finally couldn't help complaining: "Why didn't I feel it?"
"Don't worry about it," Xuan Hao said calmly, "Your current class is a 'Berserker', and your attributes will change under the influence of your class. The ability to sense magic and use it to spy on intelligence is not something you can do."
The strength of the berserker, have you seen any berserker who needs to find out the enemy's intelligence before going up to fight with them?"
"It makes sense." Bennett seemed to understand.
Flatt didn't seem to think so, jokingly saying: "If you become a radar, you might be able to improve your perception."
"The angle is very strange... Are you really the magician of the clock tower?" Xuan Hao was slightly stunned when he heard this.
Although after contacting him, he already knew that this young man's brain circuit was different, but he didn't expect that it was even weirder than he imagined.
"Don't follow your master, Bennett. You will become a bad boy."
"Is that so?" Bennett seemed to understand.
"Huh? That's too much~Mr. Xuanhao~" Flatt chuckled.
While joking, he calmly moved his fingers and completed the magic circle. Then, he faced the mirror and whispered something like a spell. The water in the pool began to change as if in response.
After the water surface continued to ripple, a picture was reflected.
Seeing the desert reflected on the water, the hands of the watch twisted, and Xuan Hao also raised his eyebrows slightly.
"This is……"
Flatt replied very simply: "There is a magician who is using his familiar to monitor the desert, so I took a peek."
"……What?"
If Xuan Hao and Bennett had "eyes" at this moment, they would probably look at the young man in front of them in surprise.
"Even if I send my familiar now, it's too late." Flat said nonchalantly.
Even if he is not good at magic, the Holy Grail System has given him basic magic knowledge.
And these basic knowledge told him that "peeping at the visual information of other people's familiars" is not something that can be done easily.
It would be fine if the other party is a beginner who has just learned magic. But they are here to visit the Holy Grail War, or are magicians who participate in the Holy Grail War as a master. How can anyone in their right mind interfere with the other party while they are using magic?
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If everyone could do this, then the familiar system would be useless a long time ago, right?
With such doubts, Bennett said: "Can you really do it? No, even if you can do it, is there no danger? Once the other party traces it, our location will be exposed."
"Well - I have taken precautions for this, but I can't guarantee absolute safety... The professor will definitely not be able to trace it, but he will notice something is wrong afterwards and trace it to me... If it is Xiaolu (note
: Luvia Zelita Edelfeldt, the daughter of the Edelfeldt family, a famous Finnish magic family, and a student of Lord El-Melloi II) A person of that caliber may allow the magic power to flow backwards.
, blow up the whole hotel.”
Flat muttered worriedly for a while, then regained his composure and continued: "It doesn't matter, if it is exposed, I will sincerely say I'm sorry!"
Seeing Flatt's innocent smile, although Bennett didn't know what fear was, he inexplicably felt a cold wind blowing through his heart.
He whispered something, and although it was not completely correct, it still captured part of the essence of the Master Flat: "I think... you would say the same thing when you are killing people, which is a bit scary."
"Yeah, this guy is more interesting than I thought." Xuan Hao on the side commented after hearing this.
"Hahaha, thank you for the compliment." Flat scratched his head, looking shy.
"I didn't praise you..."
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Desert area south of Snowfield.
There is a vast desert to the south of the city.
Although it is not as vast as the Colorado Desert or the Arizona Desert, from the city, you can still not see the end of the horizon. If you step into it in a daze, you will easily be in danger.
In the heart of this desert, they finally met.
There are no forests or cities at all here, only sand and dry zone-specific weeds scattered around.
Enkidu, the spearman who arrived here first, quietly looked up at the night sky.
Then I saw a golden figure emerging in the sky, and that heroic figure covered countless stars.
The heroic archer wears golden armor and holds an unknown object.
Enkidu knew what the other person was holding.
He also knew that the reason why the other party could float in the air was because of the power of a special treasure.
Of course, he also knows who the other party is.
Heaven and earth—the two heroes are about one hundred and twenty meters apart.
The gaze looking down at the earth and the gaze looking up at the night sky are two completely different gazes, but they have the same height.
The two confirmed each other's presence and said nothing.
But at the next moment, the two of them relaxed their lips almost at the same time and smiled.
They just smiled and looked at each other calmly.
It's as if it's enough to confirm the other party's identity as they expect.
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At the same time, on the top of the building in Snowfield City Center.
In the center of Snowfield, there are rows of high-rise buildings. The unknown stalker is standing on the roof of the tallest casino hotel among them, Crystal Hill.
Her purpose is to observe the surrounding terrain and search for the aura of people related to the Holy Grail War.
Although this move was too conspicuous, it would be better if it could catch someone targeting him.
With this motive that can be considered too straightforward, the stalker stood on the building to observe the situation in the city.
Suddenly, her eyes were cast in a certain direction.
To the south of the city, only the desert horizon can be seen.
The stalker did not look away, just staring at the slit between the sky and the earth.
"Hey...has the celebration begun?"
The vampire magician, Jesta, was watching the stalker from the rooftop of another building, and soon noticed something strange.
He is not good at sensing breath.
Despite this, he still felt a breath like electricity running through his back from the south of the city.
This is probably an instinct acquired by immortal beings who have been wandering on the edge of life and death all year round.
The instinct to sense ‘danger’.
From now on, something is going to happen somewhere in the desert.
Jesta had such a premonition with another kind of intuition that was different from magic perception. He smiled evilly and murmured softly.
"This war is the red carpet road for me and her. Please... make sure to send us grand fireworks."
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Looking back to the Snowfield Desert.
The smiles of the two people between heaven and earth are like a signal.
The first to take action was Gilgamesh.
He activated the strange-shaped sword in his hand - the Sword of Deviation EA. It revealed its true appearance as a Noble Phantasm.
Noble Phantasm.
It can be said that it is one of the concepts that the heroic spirits hold and constitute themselves.
Some are weapons that the hero carries throughout his life, some are part of the hero's body, and some are space noble phantoms that imitate the scenery of the hero's soul. The existence forms vary greatly depending on the different heroic spirits.
Gilgamesh has all the treasures, and ordinary treasures will be thrown into the treasure house casually by him. But this sword is one of the few exceptions even among the treasures he owns, and it is very valued by him.
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However, this sword has no sword inscription.
The so-called "EA" is just a nickname given by Gilgamesh for the convenience of calling it.
If you dig deeper, it may not be a sword at all.
Because it existed long before sharp weapons such as swords and spears appeared on the stage of history.
As early as in the ancient times before humans, or in other words, before the planet appeared, gods transformed pure power into entities and wielded it to open up the world. Such a weapon is simply a treasure among treasures.
It is the beginning of everything on this planet, a divine creature that created the world.
Cutting apart the void creates the sky, piercing the sky returns to nothingness.
This power that symbolizes the beginning and the end can only be controlled by Gilgamesh, who has inherited the gene of God.
Therefore, when Gilgamesh wields the sword with all his strength, it will be classified into this category - the anti-realm Noble Phantasm.
According to the different properties of the attacking Noble Phantasms, they are divided into categories such as attacking people, attacking armies, and attacking cities.
When two heroic spirits fight one on one, in most cases the anti-person Noble Phantasm is more useful than the anti-army or anti-city Noble Phantasm. However, the power of the anti-world Noble Phantasm far exceeds the level of this relationship and situation.
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It can be said to be an existence that affects balance.
Because that is an absolute force that can destroy the entire world.
Regardless of whether the enemy is one person or a group, the Anti-World Noble Phantasm can destroy the world it belongs to.
This is the powerful blow unleashed by the Hero King Gilgamesh.
But now, he has to swing his sword resolutely against just one heroic spirit.
This is no game, and Gilgamesh has no intention of showing mercy.
He abandoned the pride of a strong man and struck an unreserved blow at the heroic spirit standing on the earth - Enkidu.
This blow was a gift to his oldest and only friend.
It is also the joy of reunion that reveals everything about being a king, a hero, and being Gilgamesh.
"EA, let's sing to your heart's content."
Gilgamesh smiled and said this not to the heroic spirit in front of him, but to the sword in his hand.
The cylindrical sword in his hand seemed to be responding to him, spinning at high speed like a pickaxe while sucking up the air.
The swirling wind sucks in more air, gradually forming a small tornado.
Tornadoes overlap each other, creating larger air distortions.
Everything seemed to be concentrated at the tip of the sword and compressed into a ball.
The air layer has exceeded the physical limit, but it is still increasing in density. It eventually turns into a weapon that tears apart everything and begins to devour the entire space.
Sound and light converged in the twisted air, silence and darkness formed a vortex around the sword, and EA began to hum like a creature.
Gilgamesh firmly grasped the hilt of the sword and swung it towards his friend who had just reunited without thinking:
"Enuma - Elish!"
Twisted, cracked.
Everything gathered in front of EA, was compressed to the limit, and was then released together with the slash.
The pressure released subsequently created cracks in the surrounding space. The whole world gradually turned over and was sucked into the void of the slit.
Who would believe that just swinging a sword can create such a scene?
Nothingness poked its head out of the torn space gap and continued to tear the surrounding space. Countless cracks gradually eroded the world.
The sand was torn into clay, and the sky and clouds became scattered.
All this is like throwing a landscape painting into a paper shredder, the world is like hell at the moment.
The erosion called Slash crushes the planet while rushing towards the heroic spirits on the ground.